Seeking Willow {One Direction Fan Fiction}

Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

(ZAYN'S POV)

Today was another day in the recording studio for the boys, minus myself. Ted had called and said that I wasn't needed in the studio since he had enough of my singing bits, so this meant I had to stay home and watch Willow. I wasn't complaining though, I hadn't been able to spend that much one on one time with her since she was practically always attached to Harry's hip.

It was amazing how this little girl was so tiny and shy, yet held the most interesting character traits ever. She loved to goof around with the boys and do silly things, even though she remained mute. She always seemed so happy and carefree, like nothing could hold her back. But lately, I noticed a bit more about Willow.

When you look into her eyes, you don't see pure happiness. Behind all of that is something more, a back story. Sometimes you can see that there was a time in her life where she was hurting; physically or mentally. Something had happened in this little girl's class, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.

I had already gotten my head start this morning at breakfast when Liam mentioned about what had happened the night before.

"So she had a nightmare?" Louis asked as Liam had finished explaining.

Liam nodded, "I reckon so. She was thrashing around in her bed and she was screaming and crying in her sleep. When I woke her up out of her dream it took maybe around an twenty minutes for her to settle down again and fall back asleep,"

"What do you think the nightmare was about?" I had asked before taking a big bite of my cereal. 

Liam and Niall exchanged a quick look before Niall had permanetely kept his gaze on his cheerios. I couldn't exactly tell, but it looked as if his face was beginning to pale. Was he keeping something from us?

"I don't know, it could have been just a simple nightmare," Liam shrugged his shoulders.

"Or it could've been something else," I barely heard Niall mutter under his breath as he picked at his cereal.

"What was that, Niall?" Louis asked. So I wasn't the only one who had heard him.

Niall quickly looked up at Louis and replied,"Nothing," with a fake smile and returned back to his cereal. Something was going on.

The rest of the boys had fallen into another conversation, but I remember I had kept my gaze on Willow who was with Harry in the living room. They were currently having a poke war and Willow kept poking Harry in the face, who returned a fake pout, causing the little girl to giggle.

"Hey! Don't poke my curls!" The curly lad joked. When Willow daringly poked them again, he let out a dramatic gasp, sending the girl into more giggles. "You do know what happens to little girls who don't stop poking curls, right?" Willow shook her head and an evil smirk fell across Harry's lips before throwing his hands to her sides and screaming, "They get tickled!"

I smiled at the both of them fooling around and the sound of Willow's laughter echoing the room. She always seemed the happiest whenever she was with Harry. But even then, you could still tell she was not fully 100% happy. And knowing that she wasn't 100% happy, wasn't a great feeling.